It is said that Sun Pillar-sama is the god of fire

Tsukihiko stood silently in front of the window, silently looking into the distance.

It was pitch black outside the window, and heavy clouds blocked the already scarce starlight in winter. Even carrying a night light could not illuminate much of the way ahead.

It seems that there is some horrible monster quietly hidden in the darkness, taking advantage of the human beings in a hurry to swallow it completely in the boundless darkness, leaving no bones left.

There were faint lights coming from afar, which was bustling and bustling completely opposite to the remote place he was in.Countless human beings have to step out of their homes even in the severe cold to participate in this annual feast and pray for the blessings of the gods.

The noisy sound could be heard faintly in Yueyan's ears even though it was quite a long distance away, and it was difficult to hear clearly, only the extremely lively atmosphere fell into the young man's heart.

Today is the coldest time in winter, and the cold air at night is even more humid.Silently stood by the window for a while, the black-haired young man moved his hands that were a little stiff from the cold, and closed the window with a soft breath.

If he catches a cold and gets sick again because of this, Tanjiro will talk about it for a long time.

Vulcan is destined not to come to him today.

To be honest, as he grew up, Kamado Tanjiro spent much less time by his side than when he was a child.

In fact, it is not incomprehensible.As a god with many believers, Kamado Tanjirou probably has countless things to deal with on a daily basis, and he doesn't know how he took so much time to be by his side almost every day when he was a child.

After the black-haired young man gradually learned to take care of himself, Kamado Tanjiro gradually separated his mind from his own affairs. Although he still came to check on his situation every day, he no longer took care of him almost all the time like before. .

Can't tell what kind of feeling is spreading in his heart, Yue Yan frowned, really don't understand why there is such a tangled emotion in his heart.

When he was a child, he sometimes felt that he had grown up and did not need God to stare at him uneasy every day; but when he grew up, he felt lost because Vulcan no longer put all his attention on him.

Of course, Tanjiro Kamado would never know this feeling.

On the day of the Fire God Festival, Tanjiro will not come to his hut—according to a certain god who is still a kid until now, when those shrine maidens dance Kagura Dance, Tanjiro must ensure that he is present, so that he can be worthy the hearts of those believers.

——He is such a god who is so serious that even a human like Yue Yan finds it a little ridiculous.

Poured out the cold soup at his side, Tsukihiko sat at the desk with his head propped up, carefully studying the words on the book with the help of the dim light by the desk.

He is not sleepy now, although his hands and feet are already cold, but he is not willing to rest here.

Tanjiro will stand like this all night in the cold wind tonight, back and forth to fulfill his wishes for human beings.

Is he like this, in a sense, he is also with Vulcan?

****

"died?!"

Hearing the news that Kamado Tanjiro told him, Tsukihiko closed the book with a "snap", and turned to look at the god behind him with a shocked expression.

"Well, I only found out about it after hearing her family's prayers." Kamado Tanjiro nodded lightly, "It is said that she died because of the wind and cold."

After all, he was just an inconspicuous servant in the obstetrical house, and it is not surprising that he died on the street because he had no money for medical treatment.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in such a severe winter.

"Will Tsukihiko feel sad?" Gently holding the head of the black-haired young man, Kamado Tanjiro stared straight at those dark eyes, the deep red pupils were full of handsome youth. appearance.

He stared at Yue Yan's face carefully, and the tip of his nose cautiously probed every trace of the young man's emotional changes.

"How is that possible?" The black-haired youth felt a little uncomfortable being treated like this by the god who was still a boy.She turned her face slightly, but didn't push the person in front of her away.

"It's just someone who has nothing to do with me, why should I feel sorry for her?"

The one who had nothing to do with him other than bringing him cold meals when he was young, and sometimes destroying everything Tanjiro Kamado brought him.

In other words, the death of the old woman even made the black-haired youth feel very happy in a sense.

but……

Yue Yan silently clenched his hands hidden under his sleeves, his not-so-sharp nails pierced deeply into his palms, a dull pain rushed into his mind, and an indescribable sense of panic exploded in his heart unexpectedly.

Although he knew that death had always been very close to him, this was the first time he had come into contact with death so closely.

It turns out that no matter what kind of person it is, death is just an instant thing.

Human life is just like this, so lightly blown away that it can't even leave many traces in this world.

Healthy people will leave suddenly because of old age, what about him, who has always been weak and sick, and can hardly stand the cold?

Could it be that one day he just lay on the bed so desolately, died silently at night, and didn't find out that he had passed away until the next day when Tanjirou came to visit him?

The cold hands were suddenly covered with another pair of warm and fiery hands. The black-haired young man raised his head subconsciously, his deep red eyes were full of worry, and the concerned call of the gods seemed to be separated by an invisible film , I can't hear clearly.

By the way, he clearly hopes to be by Tanjirou's side forever, if that's the case, if that's the case...

"Tanjiro..." He heard his voice trembling slightly, asking the god in front of him like this.

"If one day I die like this, will you remember me?"

Do you remember him as such, an inconspicuous pebble in the ages?

"Of course!" Kamado Tanjiro seemed not aware of the more complicated emotions in Tsukihiko's heart, nodded, his voice clear and bright.

"I will regard the memories of being with Yue Yan as the most precious treasure and keep them in my heart forever."

He's never been one to dwell on a sad past.

No matter how painful tragedies he has experienced, whether he was once a human being or he is now a god, Kamado Tanjiro has never stopped moving forward.

Staying where he is will only increase his sorrow, no matter how difficult and difficult it is to take a step forward, he is also determined to step through the suffering without flinching and run forward.

However, what the black-haired young man wanted was not such an answer at all.

Lowering his head, Yue Yan silently clenched the skirt of his chest, and he tore out ugly creases on the originally flat clothes.

Why can't you understand—can't you understand such a secret emotion hidden in my heart?

Aren't you a god who can see through people's hearts? Why can't you, who is with me day and night, not be aware of my thoughts?

"Tsukihiko?"

The flame god seemed to be aware of his strangeness at the moment, and leaned in front of him with a worried look on his face.

Almost subconsciously, Yue Yan stretched out his hand and pushed the god away in front of him. The stunned look on Vulcan's face hadn't faded away, but the black-haired young man only felt a coldness that seemed to freeze his soul.

The tightly clenched teeth trembled unconsciously, and his whole body was almost frozen to death under such a sudden chill.With a cold breath protruding from his throat, he opened his mouth to Vulcan stiffly.

"Sorry, Tanjiro."

"I'm... a little uncomfortable, let me rest for a while."

Yue Yan couldn't quite remember exactly how Vulcan left, but he only remembered that even though he wrapped all his body in the very warm quilt, he was still shivering from the cold, and his body curled up in the quilt was so cold that he almost felt The illusion of being frozen to death in the dark.

What exactly does he want?

The gods have promised to remember him forever, so what is a humble human being like him praying to the gods?

Although he is always accompanied by death, it is the first time that Yue Yan has come into contact with such a cold and cruel fact so intimately.

Is the eternity he dreams of just human greed, or a bad joke of gods?

The black-haired young man has never realized so clearly what kind of barrier is between him and Vulcan.

That is something more cruel and ruthless than the barrier between life and death.

****

dark.

The darkness spread in this dilapidated mansion, like the monster's most solid barrier, under the cover of darkness, it silently devoured everything around it.

The black-haired young man sat quietly in the room. He did not turn on the lamp. The thin moonlight seemed to be unable to shine through the thick darkness into his room. If it wasn't for the sound of light breathing, the dilapidated small room would be dead silent. .

Kamado Tanjirou has not been here for a few days.

——Actually, it’s not difficult to understand, it’s always been like this before.It's just the New Year, and people's prayers are innumerable, and it is inevitable that Vulcan will be exhausted under the busy schedule.

He couldn't remember what happened before, but when he came back to his senses, everything seemed irreparable.

The young man stretched out his hand silently in the darkness. Although it was a pitch black environment where nothing could be seen, he was able to reach out to the lamp quietly standing on the table without any mistakes.

However, as if thinking of something, the distance from the lamp was only a short distance away, and the light was clearly within reach, but the hands suddenly stopped.

I don't know who let out a sneer in the dark, as if laughing at his own overreach.

The pale and thin hands looked harmless, but under the entanglement of countless shadows, they looked like ghosts. They could cut out a human heart and liver in an instant, and the green and harmless hands were covered with sticky warm blood.

Slowly retracting his hand to his chest, the thick blackness blocked the prying eyes of outsiders, and also blocked the bitter smile on the black-haired youth's lips.

Maybe, those guys were never wrong.

He really is a monster—

——Maybe.